Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
domingo, 25 de novembro de 2018
D I B * D U C K. GRAFITE NA RUA DA BALSA.
Mixture of race and color
I am
Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm
Italian, Portuguese and black felt dolor.
I'm not
black or white, I'm what I am
Neither
Asian nor European, Brazilian I am
We are
not just a nation insane
It was
here that he invented the plane
Where
Niermyer designed a city
Humanity's
cultural heritage, we want dignity.
I am
Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm
Italian, Portuguese and black felt dolor.
This is
the country of the future
It is not
the third world here sure.
There's
just so much trickster, immoral.
Who only
works after the carnival.
We're not
afraid to fight.
This
country is our home, right.
Let's
defend ourselves from the sky until bottom of the sea
Vila
Lobos will inspire us with your idea.
I'm
Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm
Italian, Portuguese, and black felt dolor.
I sing
the hymn with my hand in my heart.
Want to
understand our history, just insert.
A coin
without emotion to corruption
That's
why it's Penta champion.
With
Brazilians there is no one who can
Be it in
samba or Bossa Nova, yes man.
Infinite
rhythms, rich in culture
Here we
live a great mixture
I'm
Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm
Italian, Portuguese, and black felt dolor.
Dib
domingo, 18 de novembro de 2018
Blind beauty- - Beleza cega.
Grafite na tela
Grafite na rua Valdemar Martins.
Blind
beauty
Beauty is
blind and unfair.
True love
let white my hair.
Who falls
in love with beauty is weak.
Cannot
find the soul that seeks
Only
after a break in the stars
Uncertainty
Appears
The
clarity that a beauty
Brings a
curse and a certainty
It is
disproportionate and jealous
That
symmetry that makeup zealous.
The
facial expression of irony no lid
The moral
of the anatomy that hid
The
fibrous tissue friendly and sincere
Speaking
politely even if severe
Correctly
and not offending
Sincere
conversation never ending
To a good
understanding
Half word
is enough, so not screaming.
Do not
confuse dissatisfaction
With
misunderstanding
Beauty is
a certainty displeasure.
Certainty
that in nature.
Everything
comes from a seed
Beauty is
consequent, but I need.
Who falls
in love with a beauty in a relationship?
Don´t
know the truth of a heart, but want keep.
Do not
switch channel
It's just
another commercial.
Dib
sábado, 17 de novembro de 2018
Blue underwear
Grafite em tela
Dib e Esbongaroto.
Grafite na av. Conselheiro Moreira de Barros, em frente ao Supermercado Andorinha.
Tree
In nature until the tree is balanced.
Growing distributing and balanced.
Harmonizing your branches and rooting.
She's a tightrope player, isn´t dreaming.
Life is a seed this is sublime.
That fecundates and grows in time.
It stays in the sun, in the rain without
movement.
Fighting against the wind on pavement.
Nature architect and ingenious.
Thus it ages and grows with cautions.
Giving sweet and tasty fruit too.
What does not tear you down strengthens you
If it does not give fruit gives hope.
A good shade and a twig to put a rope.
A swing for a child or just read.
In his shadow, I lie down and spread.
Evolving in the same place without foot.
There’s always someone wanting to boot.
Thinking of taking you somewhere else.
Trying shameless, trying erase.
Trying to root again without crying.
Reborn without dying.
But if this happens, so free.
Your body a boat can be.
Dib.
domingo, 11 de novembro de 2018
- Two in one - Dois grafites em um
Two in one
Grafite na avenida Zaki Narchi
Grafite no muro da estação de trem da cidade de Maua.
Two in one
Doing Your Wills, But You're Crazy
Do not laugh at my joke and I’m not lazy.
You live by putting words in my mouth.
Getting angry for nothing every month
Imagining thoughts that do not exist
Stubborn, without proof still insists
Egocentric, deny me a kiss every day.
Kiss is not denied in any way
Asking about numbers that tore
Who's calling, don´t say it´s some store.
Fight with your own shadow
Screams and cries let´s you down.
Ignored, she's lost the mind health
I don´t like controlling myself
I control myself and it let´s me sick.
Fruitcake is the flavor your lipstike
What causes you a trauma?
Soul also evolves, but
need comma.
Every experience has a reason
Good taste is a gift of life son.
Like said my mom.
I do not stop, I be restless in this igloo.
I do not like being annoyed too
There is an insect in the glass.
Bird that eats stone knows the beak it has
Offender is free at sunrise
Love has
a price
This is a
cheating using dress.
The kiss
has an address
Dib.
sexta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2018
I gave you my eyes, my soul and my blood, but it was little.
Painting on scrren
Grafiti in Street
Tears of Stars
Life is not exactly as you wanted it to be.
Even so, it is still life and would not be
The sorrows I laughed with great joy
Everything that happened I did poetry, boy
Living is a magic and synergy
Believing in hope give me energy
The lucid I believe and don´t drop.
Just smile to makes this sadness stop
Turning tears into stars
Memories and uncertainties wars.
The agony of pain not is toy
Leaving only wisdom and joy
The experience of living in this sphere
Envy and love is not ionosphere.
We celebrate, but dissent, now wait.
Joy comes from where you least expect it.
I do not judge not to be judged
Always looking for a culpried.
I'm educated and not spoiled
I'm just a little lasted.
My father is the street, where I was educated.
Where the lights of the stars she overshadowed
The streets educated me, it was not school
So I learned to defend myself, but was cool.
I'm looking for an answer to a question
There is no one who listens to me in my oration.
Only the stars respond with brilliance
The tears of the sky, is the sigil of her radiance.
Dib
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